Our

by Peycho Kanev


From the toenails to the hair you
are mine The voice is important Let

it fly This salvation is sown in
the black garden Let it bloom

The time within time turns
the worms into silkworms and

it is ours While we climb others
go down Older than us Let the sun

shine Wind around me like a snake
Time is eating something small but your

eyes are the ocean Let the tears drop
unshed by anyone While I’m looking

at you
I can see you

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